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Where the White Wolves Dance

Where the White Wolves Dance

A ring of solid light Hovers just above the ground Spinning with infinity Casts glamour all around This is Where the white wolves danceIt is said the be the child Of the seed of forbidden fruit Born from secret knowledge Found on a hidden a hidden route Around it The white wolves still dance

The colour pulses wild Blue, silver and pure white Dragging hearts round and round Beneath the starlit night And so On the white wolves dance

In a time-worn trench they dance Circling below the light So deep the light they cannot see The circle is out of sight Yet still On the white wolves dance

The circle has been burnt Into their very eyes So while the dark wolf dreams And while the dear time flies Onwards The white wolves dance.

So high upon their mountain On an island on a lake Isolated and secure from The world they do forsake This is Where the white wolves dance